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Just One of Billions of Leaking Souls

I watch the steam as it rises so full of promise

then gone.

There is a night that lives inside

a perpetual darkness made of dead love

and forlorn forgotten and rotten ideas.

There is no steam there it is gone

changed into a new energy a lost wayward plea

or a hard cold surface, impenetrable.

He said: my soul is leaking

and I have no patches

I was supposed to make them,

but I never did.

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  1. Eli Eli

    Really like this one. Some grand lines.

    a perpetual darkness made of dead love

    And of course the last four lines.

    Did I mention I like the image too?

  2. A perpetual darkness made of dead love, yeah I liked that line as well.

  3. “…a perpetual darkness made of dead love
    and forlorn forgotten and rotten ideas.”
    “…He said: my soul is leaking…”
    Wow! your lines are captivating, the concept of leaky soul
    is great, kinda like a leaky gut. Bravo!

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